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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Q65,
Visage,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.