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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
X-102,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Index,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.