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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.