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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.