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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.