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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.