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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.