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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.