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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.