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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.