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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.