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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.