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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fear,
Index,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Erasure,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.