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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Technova,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.