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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.