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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.