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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s 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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.