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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.