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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.