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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Index,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Index,
Slave,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.