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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Unwound,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.