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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.