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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.