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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.