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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.