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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.