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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.