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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Gong,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.