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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.