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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.