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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.