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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.