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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gong to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.