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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.