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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.