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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Can,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.