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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Pagans,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.