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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 AZ to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.