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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.