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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.