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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.