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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.