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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.