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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.