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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.