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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.