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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.