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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.