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 Romania 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.