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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.