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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Normal,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.