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 Malta 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.