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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manchester and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.