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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.