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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.