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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.