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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Gong,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.