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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.