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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.