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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.