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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.