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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.