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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.