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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.