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 Palau 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.