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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
June Days,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.