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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.