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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Scion,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.