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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.