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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.