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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.