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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.