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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.