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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.