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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.