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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.