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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.