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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.