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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Pagans,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.