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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.