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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.