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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.