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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.