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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.