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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.