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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.