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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.