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 Chile and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
New Order,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.