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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.