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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.