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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.