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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.