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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.