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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.