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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.