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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Pole,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.