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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Symarip,
10cc,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.