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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.