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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Ronan to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
UT,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.