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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.