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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.