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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.