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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.