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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.