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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.