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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.