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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.