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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.