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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
the Slits,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.