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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
The Move,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.