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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.