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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.