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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.