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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Index,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.