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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.