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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.