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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.