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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.