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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.