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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Monks,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.