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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
UT,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.