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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.