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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.