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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.