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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
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 These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Japan,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.