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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.