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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.