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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.