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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.