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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.