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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 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 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 Franke to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.