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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.