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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.