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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.