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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.