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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.