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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.