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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.