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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.