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 Iran and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.