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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.