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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.