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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
UT,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.