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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Zapp,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.