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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.