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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.