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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
CMW,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.