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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Oneida 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Cluster,
June Days,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Q65,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.