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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.