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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.