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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.