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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.