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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
New Order,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.