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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.