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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.