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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.