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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.