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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.