Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.