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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.