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 Belarus and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.