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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.