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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.