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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.