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 Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.