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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Television,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.