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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Whodini,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.