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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.