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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.