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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.