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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.