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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.