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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.