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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.