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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.