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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.