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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Technova,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Index,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.