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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.