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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.