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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.