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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.