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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.