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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
JFA,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.