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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.