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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.