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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.