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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.