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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.