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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Quantec to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.