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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.