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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.