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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.