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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.