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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.