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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.