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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.