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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.