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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Index,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.