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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.