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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.