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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.