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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.