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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 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 jazz 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.