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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.