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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.