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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.