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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.