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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.