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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.