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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.