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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.