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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.