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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.