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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.