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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.