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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Names,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.