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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.