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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.