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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smog to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.