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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.