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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Can,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.