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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.