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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Television,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.