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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.