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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Skarface,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.