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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.