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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Anakelly,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.