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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.