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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.