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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.