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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.