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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.