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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.