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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.