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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.