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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Wings to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.