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 Greece 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.