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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.