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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.