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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.