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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Rekid,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
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.