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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.