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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
ABBA,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.