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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.