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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.