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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
the Association,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.