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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.