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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.