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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.