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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.