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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.