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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.