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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.