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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.