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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.