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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
ABC,
10cc,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.