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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.