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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
June Days,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Slave,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.