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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.