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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.