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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.