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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.