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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.