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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.