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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
X-101,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.