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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.