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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.