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 Latvia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.