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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.