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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.