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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.