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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.