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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 Lyres to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.