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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.