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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.