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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.