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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
MDC,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.