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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.