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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.