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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Crime,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.