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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.