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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.