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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.