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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.