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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.