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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.