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 Syria and from Manila.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.