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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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?
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.