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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Smog,
Niagra,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.