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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.