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 Thailand 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Index,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.