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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.