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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.