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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.