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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.