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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.