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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.