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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.