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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.