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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.