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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.