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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.