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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.