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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.