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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.