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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.