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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Martian 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.