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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.