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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.