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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Interpol,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.