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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.