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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.