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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.