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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.