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 India and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.