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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Slave,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.