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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.