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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.