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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.