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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
10cc,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Q65,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.