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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.