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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.