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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.