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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.