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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.