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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.