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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
X-101,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.