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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.