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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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?
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.