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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.