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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.