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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.