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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.