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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.