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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.