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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.