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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.