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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.