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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.