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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.