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 India and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.