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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
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.