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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.