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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.