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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.