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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.