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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Television,
The Victims,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.