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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.