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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.