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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.