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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.