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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.