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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.