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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.