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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.