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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Index,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.