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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.