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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.