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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.