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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Nas,
Jandek,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.