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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Gong,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.