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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.