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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.