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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.