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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.