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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.