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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.