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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.