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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.