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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.