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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.