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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.