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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Chrome,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.