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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters 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 dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.