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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.