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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.