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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.