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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.