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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.