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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.