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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.