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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Crime,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.