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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.