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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.