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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.