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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.