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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.