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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.