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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.