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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.