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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.