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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.