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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.