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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.