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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.