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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.