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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.