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 China and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.