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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Wings,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.