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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.