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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.