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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.