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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.