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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.