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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.