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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.