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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.