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 Laos and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.