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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.