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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.