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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.