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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.