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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.