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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.