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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.