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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Section 25,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.