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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Monks,
This Heat,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.