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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Can,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.