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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Fear,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.