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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Pagans,
DNA,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.