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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.