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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.