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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.