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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.