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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All a-ha 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 grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.