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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.