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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.