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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Visage,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.