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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.