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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.