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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.