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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.