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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Crime,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.