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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.