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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
JFA,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.