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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.