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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.