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 Vanuatu 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.