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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Scion,
The Standells,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.