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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Faust,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.