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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
ABC,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.