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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.