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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.