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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.