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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.