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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.