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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.