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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.