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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.