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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Wire,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.