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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.