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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.