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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.