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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.