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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.