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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.