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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Quantec 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
CMW,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
UT,
the Slits,
Flipper,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.