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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.