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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.