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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.