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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.