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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.