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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Cameo to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.