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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.