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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.