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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.