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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.