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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.