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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.