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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.