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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.