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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.