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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.