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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.