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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.