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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.