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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Moebius,
ABC,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.