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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.