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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.