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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.