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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.