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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.