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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.