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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Yazoo 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an oboe 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.