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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.