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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Offenders 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.