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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ludus to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
June Days,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
X-101,
Quantec,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.