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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.