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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Television,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.