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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.