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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.