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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.