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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.