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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
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.