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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
DNA,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Faust,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.