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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.