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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.