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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.