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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Nas,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.