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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.