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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.