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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.