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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.