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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Scion,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.