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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.