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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.