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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.