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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.