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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.