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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.