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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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?
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.