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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.